"Your package has been delivered. Please rate our service."
This delivery note was rather smart, growing legs when it needed to walk and arms when it needed to handle items.
After the delivery was finished, it grew two arms. One held the feedback form, the other a pen, and looked everywhere for the recipient, hoping for a five-star rating.
But it couldn't find the recipient even after much searching.
"Mr. Zhao Tiankuo? Mr. Zhao Tiankuo?"
It was unclear where these two arms' vocal organs were located, but they started shouting at the top of their lungs for Zhao Tiankuo.
A hand shakily emerged from under the toy car. Obviously, Mr. Zhao Tiankuo was there.
The hand was struggling to reach for the feedback form, most likely intending to vent its frustration by giving it a one-star rating.
Just as the hand was about to grab the feedback form, Gu Mian snatched the paper and pen, gave a five-star rating, and stuffed the form back into the waiting hands.
